I picked her out of a crowd full of beautiful flowers, but I picked her.

She was perfect for me, till the day I thought I needed more, wanted more.

Id look at other pretty flowers, even picked a few, but none still matched the beauty, and playful pedal dance as my wildflower.

Now that iv set her down she has found another's eyes to take in all her beauty...

This is what you get when you think the flowers are better on the other side of the fence.

Im sorry it's too late to apologize my wildflower, lilly.